We're all going to Cardiff! We're all going to Cardiff! Na naa na h nah! (Hey) Na naa nah nah!

This morning saw us returning to the hospital, despite the fact that we'd only (just) managed to escape the place late on Monday evening.  It was an appointment with the consultant today though (the grand fromagé of the antenatal clinic).  Blood samples were taken, blood pressure was measured and we even went for another ultra-sound scan (which was way cool as, obviously, we'd not seen the baby since 20 weeks).

The upshot of all this checking and testing is that it looks like it will be at least a week (and most likely two weeks) before K comes kicking and screaming into the World (bad news for some who had early dates on the "Birth Date Sweepstake" at work) and it will be safe for me to head off to Cardiff for the F.A. Cup final!! 

Hurrah!!

So seven of us are piling into a people carrier early doors Saturday morning, to make tracks to the Millennium Stadium.  What the game will bring, who knows?  Should be a cracker though.  As long as we outsing the cock-er-neys ("We Larve It") and generally have a party for a day it will be brilliant.  It also will be nice to have 24 hours where it isn't the pregnancy that's at the forefront of my mind constantly.  A bit of respite before the chaos!